Misc Unsigned Bands - Ronald bushey - outlaws lament

He ^Crode into Tombstone on a ^Fhorse named tomorrow, Sitting ^Ctall in the saddle with a ^Gpatch across one eye. He ^Ccame for a killing; ^Fable and willing, He had ^Ctwo six ^Gguns by his ^Cside.

With his ^Chat slightly tipped, a cocky ^Fgrin on his lip, And an ^Cevil in his smile said ^Gsomeone’s gonna die. They ^Ccalled him Dead Eye Dawson, an ^Foutlaw from Austin, Whose ^Creputation ^Gdidn’t ^Clie. ^{F G C C}

Now ^Canother badland outlaw, whose ^Fname was Diablo, ^CWhiskey was his demon and ^Gkilling was his game. He ^Cshot a man in Austin, that ^Fone would cost him, Young ^CBilly ^GDawson was his ^Cname.

Now ^Fword got around, Dead ^CEye was in town, and ^FDiablo knew their paths would finally ^Gcross. ^G7 The ^Ctime was high noon at the ^FLast Chance Saloon, They ^Cknew one life ^Gwould be ^Clost. ^{F G C C}

Well the ^Cmoment finally came, two ^Foutlaws on their game, ^CIt was time for them to ^Gfinally make their bones. They were ^Cboth quick on the draw; when ^FDiablo did fall, then Young ^CBilly’s death ^Gwas a^Ctoned.

They were ^Cboth quick on the draw; when ^FDiablo did fall, then Young ^CBilly’s death ^Gwas a^Ctoned. ^CFinally young ^GBilly’s ^G7death was a^Ftoned. ^C